I'd like to look through his eyes
to see what he can see
I'd like to talk with his tongue
the words he learned to speak
I'd like control of the arm
that drew the machete high
and to get inside the ears
that ignored my children's cry
I'd like to watch the sun go down
and no longer be afraid
I'd like to see true justice
and not a guilt ridden charade
I'd like to speak to so many
that are no longer here
I'd like to know what a smile means
but even that's not clear
I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again
I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again
I'd like to tell someone my story
but just where to begin?
will you judge it from the inside
or from the color of my skin
will you write of ethnic hatreds
that same old western song
or the fact that we were one people
until your masters came along
I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again
I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again
to see what he can see
I'd like to talk with his tongue
the words he learned to speak
I'd like control of the arm
that drew the machete high
and to get inside the ears
that ignored my children's cry
I'd like to watch the sun go down
and no longer be afraid
I'd like to see true justice
and not a guilt ridden charade
I'd like to speak to so many
that are no longer here
I'd like to know what a smile means
but even that's not clear
I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again
I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again
I'd like to tell someone my story
but just where to begin?
will you judge it from the inside
or from the color of my skin
will you write of ethnic hatreds
that same old western song
or the fact that we were one people
until your masters came along
I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again
I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again
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